Lonely Attack on the Different World

Mr. Slime's Day (Holiday Edition)

Everyone speaks to Poyo Poyo and the little round demons of the city, smiling and waving sweets. Someday it's a natural sight in the city, and that's the extraordinarily normal routine.

Poyo Poyo - What's fun, just a sticky body that dances when you come to watch the work of beating iron extensively and continuing to burn.

Dark-haired Inhumans take her and tell her she's a plaything, but she keeps looking at her parents as a nostalgic blacksmith?

"Whoa, is that a demon iron sand? Thank God."

(Pulp)

That's what I said, head with big, boneless hands (?) Parents striking swords while stroking, dancing with Poyo Poyo in a blacksmith lit by a scorching flame and sparks. As if to support, as to speak, as to visit.

"Hmm, is that a rough slap?

(Pom pom)

A brilliant single-edged sword lined up countless times, it's a weapon in a brunette country called a knife. It's an iron fire where you can't stop sweating because of the heat, but the incredible beauty that makes your spine feel frozen just by looking at it, the brutal functional beauty that fascinates you.

"Just slash it or... slap it off, cut it off, push it off, pull it off with slash lines and swings..."

(Poyo poyo)

That's an area not even a blacksmith understands, just a complex process to strike a sword. Beat it, and repeat it again in a deferred manner. It strikes as regular as ritual, as respectful as divine, and as wishful as prayer.

And from time to time, the viscosity swallows the knife when the parent hands it over. I'm spitting it out afterwards, but I don't know what that means... not in the right number?

And brilliant ripples appear - a vivid intimidation that hardens the air in the workshop!

"Wow, that's beautiful."

(Pulp)

The face of the parent who receives and discerns the knife laughs. Everyone forgets to work and is fascinated, its face trembles when it is too beautiful and scared, and intoxicates and fascinates when it is beautiful because it is too scary.

"A miracle beyond my body, even beyond that. It's above the ultimate I can reach now... the next three. Seven, if possible..."

(Pom pom!)

"Ok, ok. That's eight more... my soul, my life, my whole body. Is my life enough? Well, I can't tell you what that kid asked me to do."

Let's... and the spark goes wild. I guess that knife fights in the labyrinth, the sword in the hands of those who fight in the labyrinth of the abyss who were told that no one would reach it.

And when I apprenticed and thought it was a chore at first, I suddenly remember when they slapped me on the sword the first day. The worst sword ever struck without knowing anything, but the first sword ever struck, and the words sincerely spoken by a silent parent at that time, are a treasure unto death.

The words I spoke, staring at the iron, were blurry, but with all my heart, I said quietly, "There's no way a person can beat a demon or anything, that's why I hold a weapon. Then what makes a weapon - bear its life and put all of yourself into it". That's the beginning of being a blacksmith.

Ringing hammer acoustics. The sword breaks, so I pray, I pray, and I slap him... and he tells me to protect him. A little tougher, slightly stronger, just wishing. Just hitting with prayer. Please protect the heroes who guard the border, and help the brave men who put their lives on the line.

Someone fights with my striking sword, risking his life to keep fighting in the dead. The blacksmith is powerless to shoulder that responsibility for how scared it is... so pray, he wants to deliver a better sword, a stronger sword.

"You're not losing. We can only strike a sword for junior adventurers, but we can't lose the thought of putting it in without our arms."

"Ahhh, what a hebo sword I strike. It's good to break the blade and bend...... protect me, if you fight me till the end of time, that's fine!

(Poyo poyo)

Oh? Will you support us, too?

I dreamed of a sword that would kill demons all the time and became a blacksmith, apprenticed to be an arms maker if it was a production system because I had no combat skills. It hated my dead father to let me and my mother get away with it and the demon that was my dead mother's enemy to protect me, so I went for a blacksmith.

(Pulp)

But you're not. My father and mother protected me, these viscosities, these toddlers called border guardians, all the little elephants and dancing flowers... so I strike a sword to protect them too.

Supported by demons who should have hated you all along, I just hope and pray that you protect the brave men who strike iron like you pray, who protect important things. Oh, it's good to be a blacksmith, I wanted to be something that could protect someone too... like my father and mother.

Poyo Poyo - The sellers gather together in the same voice. 'Cause it's Mr. Slime's delivery, that's the delivery of goods from a miracle artisan called the mysterious insider.

It won't be a mystery at all at the time Mr. Slime brought it in, and it looks like a little bit of himself arrived at a mysterious inside job shop package that everyone knows comes to local production.

(Pulp)

"Thank you, will you put it there?

(Poyo poyo)

Always head (?) The viscous "even" brings the product with the box on it. Yet the mysterious "Mr. Slime Flight on the Street", where huge quantities of goods can be arranged all over the underground warehouse of the grocery store.

"Yes, thank you!

(Pulp)

"" "Cute - ♥" "

I tremble happily when I give him a treat by stroking his head (?). Sounds like a demon, but a slime nobody knows about?

"I mean the manager, I mean the president, my sister-in-law. Here's your stuff! Please swallow your mouth mushrooms quickly!

(Mogomogo......!

(Poyo poyo?)

When I saw my sister whose injuries disappeared and she looked beautiful and rejuvenated, what I remember is a small shop.

And the way my sister wrapped her cape around there to hide her scratchy body, the way she was dividing the mushrooms into our family there, poor and contentedly unable to pay for it, and yet all I remember was always the face of my sister sadly apologizing, "This is all I have, I'm sorry".

Me, my family, the rest of us, how much people in the city would have kept saying "thank you" to your sister. My throat was so good that I wanted to scream so sincerely that I didn't appreciate it, your sister always seemed sad and scratchy.

Because... we can't help.

Dreaming is about getting better and saying to your sister, "Thanks to your sister, I'm so much better, thank you". That's all your sister wants, but I couldn't even give you that.

Because - - I didn't even have a voice at the end and I couldn't even move my lips.

And then one day, suddenly, he shoved a mushroom into his mouth. I'm sure I was crying, saying Mogomo like my current sister... That never makes me thank you, the mysterious innkeeper everyone on the street knows. I found out my sad and painful days were over staring into those black eyes.

"Pfft, I thought I was going to die! I wonder what you think people's mouths are when they try to order mushrooms from next! Not at all… (thank you) (I can't tell you)"

(Pom pom)

And the smile of your sister laughing happily when she sees so many products, comforted by Mr. Slime.

'Cause this is a dream, and I'm in a much happier dream.

'Cause I could say, "Thanks to your sister, I'm so much better, thank you". Everyone else, everyone in the city.

She laughed at me crying, she hugged my sister saying "thank you" even though we were desperately thankful.

Happy as I've always wanted to dream ever since, no more little grocery stores with memories, now beautifully big...... growing every day?

And your sister, who looked scratchy and sad, is laughing fine without a scratch. It makes me laugh.

"" "Okay, it's inventory -!" "" "" "Ooh!

So this is a dream. Someone will be happy with this product, someone will be happy with this product. And someone helps with this product Mushroom... like us. So we have to work hard today!

I came to work as a push clerk when I heard your sister was about to fall, but I'm glad I could work here. Because there are smiles of people all over the city here.

And Mr. Slime goes for it. Po, Po, Po, Po, Po, Po, Po, Po, Po, Po. Behind it (?) looks very happy today.